A special kind of shower

By the time she crawls out from under the table, a few of the men have already stood from their chairs. She supposes they'll be the one's helping her 'quench her thirst'. Off to the side, Emily can see Val still on her hands and knees on the same black leather couch getting her holes stuffed with BBC from either end. She seems a little too focused on the task at hand to notice what's going on over by the poker table.

"Come kneel over here hoe." One of the men standing says, drawing Emily's attention away from her friend.

The men have formed a sort of semi-circle in an open area in the garage, ready and waiting for Emily to join them. She does as they say, crawling like a dog over to them before kneeling down in front of them. Her heart is racing at the thought of what they're about to do to her. God it was so filthy, just like everything else she had done tonight. What was one more degrading act?

"Open wide and make sure you catch it all aight, you'll be cleaning up whatever you miss." One of the men says to Emily.

"Ok." She says timidly, resigned to her unfortunate fate.

With that, the men each start pulling their cocks out of their trousers. Emily quickly does as they said and opens her mouth as wide as she can, tilting her head back to try and create as easy a target as she can for them. The men all aim their cocks directly at her mouth. Were they seriously all going to go at the same time? There was no way she could possibly keep up with them all emptying their bladders in her mouth at the same time.

Before she can protest, her golden shower begins as one of the men begins spraying a torrent of piss straight into her mouth. The moment it hits her tongue, her taste buds are overwhelmed by the acrid taste of it. The taste itself isn't as bad as she thought, but the knowledge of what her mouth is being filled with makes it so much worse. It takes all of her remaining willpower, and the reminder of how thirsty she is, for Emily to swallow down that first gulp of piss.

Despite her best attempts, it's all but impossible to manage to get it all into her mouth. Inevitably, plenty of it ends up spilling out down onto her chin, followed by her chest and eventually down onto the floor. A problem she'd have to deal with later. Emily desperately tries to keep up with all the piss filling her mouth, and to her own amazement manages to swallow down the first man's whole bladder full of urine by the time he's finished.

However, she quickly realises that her efforts were in vain as two more of the men immediately begin pissing in her mouth. She, of course, can't keep up with the rate at which they're filling her mouth up and plenty of the unpleasant liquid spills out down onto her body. It feels so degrading, having their filthy piss coating her body, and yet she can't help but feel a sense of arousal from the vulgar act. It was as if they were marking her body as their territory, like animals do in the wild. A sense of immense heat fills her from the inside at the thought of it. Perhaps she didn't have to worry so much about catching it all in her mouth.

Her golden shower continues until each of the men around her has successfully used her as their own personal human toilet. Her body is a total mess, as is the floor beneath her. Just when she thinks her humiliation is over, she notices several more of the men behind her rising from the poker table, presumably to come use her in much the same fashion.

"Let me get in on some of this action, I could use a leak too." One of them says, stepping up to use her.

Emily catches her breath as more of the men walk over to her from the poker table. As she does so, she notices Val's eyes are on her, looking over with a vaguely approving face at Emily's actions.

Emily's view is suddenly obscured by a man stepping in front of her, his cock already out of his pants. Emily grabs a hold of it at the base, pointing it at her mouth and opening wide in preparation. Before she knows it, her mouth is filled with the all too familiar taste of a black man's piss.